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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.