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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.