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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.