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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.