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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
New Order,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.