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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
AZ,
MC5,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.