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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.