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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Mars,
The Residents,
The Evens,
The Litter,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.