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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.