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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.