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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Brick,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.