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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.