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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.