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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Index,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.