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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.