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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.