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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.