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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.