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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.