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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.