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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.