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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.