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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.