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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
World's Most,
X-101,
Sparks,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.