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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.