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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Human League,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.