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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
The Litter,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.