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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Rakim,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.