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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Technova,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.