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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.