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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.