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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.