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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.