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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.