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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
the Association,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.