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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.