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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a theremin 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?
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.