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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
the Sonics,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.