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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.