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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Mandrill,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.