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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.