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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.