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 Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.