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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.