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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.