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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.