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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
UT,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Q65,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.