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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Scion,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Index,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
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.