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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.