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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
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.