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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Pagans,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Smog,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.