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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.