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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.