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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.