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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Kayak,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.