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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.