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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Visage,
Can,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.