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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.