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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.