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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 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?
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
the Germs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.