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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.