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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.