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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.