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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.