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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
MC5,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.