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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Ten City,
UT,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.