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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.