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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.