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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.