Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.