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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.