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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.