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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.