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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.