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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.