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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Flipper,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.