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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.