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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.