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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.