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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.