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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Nico,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.