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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.