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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.