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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.