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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.