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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.