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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
JFA,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Sparks,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.