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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.