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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.