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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.