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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.