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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.