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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.