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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.