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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
a-ha,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.