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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.