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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Monks,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Visage,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.