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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.