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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.