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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.