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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.