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 Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Goldenarms 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.