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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Index,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.