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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.