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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 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?
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.