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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.