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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.