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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.