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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.