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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
The Busters,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.