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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.