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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.