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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.