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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Inner City,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.