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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.