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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
AZ,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.