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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.