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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Technova,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Brick,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.