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 Antigua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.