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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.