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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.