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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.