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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.