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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
JFA,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Nas,
Zapp,
Television,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.