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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.