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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.