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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Zapp,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.