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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.