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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.