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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.