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 Uganda and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
DNA,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.