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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.