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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.