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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.