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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.