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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare 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 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?
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.