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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.