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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.