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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.