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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.