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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.