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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.