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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.