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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.