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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.