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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Slave,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.