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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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?
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.