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 Mali 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 Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.