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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.