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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Model 500,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.