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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.