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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.