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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 rap 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 harpsichord 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.