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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.