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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.