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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Monks,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.