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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cymande to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.