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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
PIL,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.