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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.