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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.