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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.