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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.