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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.