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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.