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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the techno 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.