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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.