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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 China Crisis 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
cv313,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.