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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.