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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.