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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.