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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.