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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.