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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.