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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.