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 Mali 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.