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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.