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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Television,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.