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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Can,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.