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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The Doors,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.