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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
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.