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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.