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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.