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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.