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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.