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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.