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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
AZ,
The Busters,
X-101,
Wire,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.