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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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?
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.