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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Index,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.