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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.