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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.