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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Magma,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.