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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.