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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-102,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.