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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 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 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.