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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The Evens,
ABBA,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.