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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.