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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.