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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.