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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.