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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.