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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Youth Brigade 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.