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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.