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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.