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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.