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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.