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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
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The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.