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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.