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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.