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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.