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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.