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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.