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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.