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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.