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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.