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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.