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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
UT,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.