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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.