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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.