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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.