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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.