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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.