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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.