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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.