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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.