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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Move 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.