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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.