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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Newcleus,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.