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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
The Move,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.