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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.