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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
cv313,
ABC,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.