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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.