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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.