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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Human League,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.