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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.