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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.