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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.