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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.