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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.