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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Cymande,
The Gories,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.