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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Star Department to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.