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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.