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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Delta 5,
Slave,
DNA,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
The Martian,
Fear,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.