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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.