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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.