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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.