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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.