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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
UT,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.