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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.