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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound 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 disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.