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 Benin and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.