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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.