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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.