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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.