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 Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.