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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.