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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.