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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.