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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.