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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
The Monks,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.