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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.