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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.