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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.