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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.