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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
The Names,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.