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 Jordan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 marimba and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.