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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.