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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.