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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
The Wake,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Connie Case,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.