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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.