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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.