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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Index,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.