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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.