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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.