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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
PIL,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Whodini,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.