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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
DNA,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.