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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.