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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.