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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.