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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Television,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.