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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.