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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.