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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.