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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.