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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Index,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.