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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.