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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Section 25,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.