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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.