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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.