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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 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 Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.