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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.