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 New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Index,
The Martian,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.