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 China and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Crime,
Unwound,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.