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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Residents,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.