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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.