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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.