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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.