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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.