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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 The Saints to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Can,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Television,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.