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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.