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 Mali and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.