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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Junior Murvin 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.