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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Newcleus to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.