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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.