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 India and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.