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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.