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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.