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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.