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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.