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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.