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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.