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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.