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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.