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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.