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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the techno 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.