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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.