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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.