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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.