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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.