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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Can,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.