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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.