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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.