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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.