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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
MDC,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.