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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Japan,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.