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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.