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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.