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 Brazil and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Can,
the Slits,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
The Names,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.