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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Terry Callier to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.