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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.