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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
The Index,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.