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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.