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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.