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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.