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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.