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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.