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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.