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 Suriname and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Swans 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.