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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
MDC,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.