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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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?
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.