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 Ireland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.