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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.