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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.