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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.