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 Suriname and from Lagos.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.