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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Skaos,
the Slits,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.