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 Israel and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Zapp,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.