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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.