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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.