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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.