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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.