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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.