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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.