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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.