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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Audionom,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.