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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.