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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
UT,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.