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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.