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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.