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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Q65,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.