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 South Africa and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the techno 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.