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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.