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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.