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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.