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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.