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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
ABBA,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.