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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.