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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.