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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.