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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.