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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.