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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.