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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.