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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 an organ and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.