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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.