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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.