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 France and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
The Litter,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.