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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.