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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
CMW,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.