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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Cramps 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.