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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.