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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.