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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.