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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.