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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.