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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.