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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.