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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.