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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.