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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.