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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.