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 Chile and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 an oboe and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
the Association,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.