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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Pole,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.