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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Nas,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.