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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Swans,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.