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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.