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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.