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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grime 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.