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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.