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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.