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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.