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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.