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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.