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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.