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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.