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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.