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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.