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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.