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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Organ,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.