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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.