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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Monks 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.