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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.