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 Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Magma,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.