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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
The Associates,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.