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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.