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 Burundi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
UT,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.