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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.