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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
10cc,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.