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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.