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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers,
10cc,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.