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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.