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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.