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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.