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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Cramps 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.