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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.