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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.