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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.