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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.