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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Wings,
ABC,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.