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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.