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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.