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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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?
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.