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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Visage,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.