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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.