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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.