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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes 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 crunk 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 a marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.