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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.