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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.