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 Slovenia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.