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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Josef K to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.