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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.