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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 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?
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.