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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.