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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
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.