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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.