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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.