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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.