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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.