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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.