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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.