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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.