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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.