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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Move to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.