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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.