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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.