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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.