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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Index,
Unwound,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.