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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
MC5,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.