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 El Salvador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Zapp,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.