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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.