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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.