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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Flipper,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Visage,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.