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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.