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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.