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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Jakarta.
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 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 Lyres to the punk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.