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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.