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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Blancmange,
Can,
Main Source,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.