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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
DNA,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Gong,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.