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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.