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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.