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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.