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 San Marino and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.