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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.