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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
UT,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Pantytec,
PIL,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.