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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.