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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
MC5,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Q65,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.