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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Fear,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Darondo,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.