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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Remains to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Technova,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.