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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Brick,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Crime,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.