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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.