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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gories to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Monks,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.