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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.