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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
The Index,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.