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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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?
Can,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.