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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 clarinet 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.