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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vogues to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.