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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.