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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.