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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.