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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.