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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.