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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.