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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.