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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Qualms,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.