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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.