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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.