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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.