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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.