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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.