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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.