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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.