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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.