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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the techno 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.