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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.