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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.