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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.