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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
The Names,
The Index,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.