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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.