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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.