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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.