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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.