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 India and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.