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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.